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The warship docked, and more than 1,000 armor soldiers hurriedly disembarked and waded into the water to glue out of the battle.

For ease of movement, they did not wear multiple armor as usual, which also gave them an advantage in hand-to-hand encounters with the Mongols.

Zasaktu's cavalry was so frightened that they no longer cared about their companions and fled. The Jurchens pursued for a mile and did not dare to go any deeper, so they returned to the shore to set up defenses.

The ground was littered with corpses, and the Jurchen soldiers moved around the range of the thistles, slashing at the Mongol cavalry groaning in pain. The light and nimble water ghost carried a basket of thistles behind the armor and scattered.

As long as the Mongol cavalry did not rush up, they were able to hold their positions on the shore.

Tushetu Khan watched quietly, ignoring the anxiety of Zasaktu Khan beside him.

Until the scattered cavalry completely retreated, Tushetu Khan ordered his cavalry to move forward.

The command flag is waved.

The Mongolian horseman who was highly skilled in riding rode his horse, and when he reached the thistle terrestris defense area, he was divided into two wings, and the knight held his bow and shot arrows on the back of the running horse, which was the pride of the Mongols. The galloping war horse was like the wind, and the long arrow fell on the queen of Cang's water retreat, and the blood stained the thistle terrestris and seeped into the soil.

The Jurchen infantry archers stepped forward and shot arrows to suppress, covering the retreat of the water ghosts.

The formation of the Mongols was scattered, and the cavalry archers galloped high, and the bow could not be aimed at a hundred paces.

Scattered arrows shuttled back and forth, and only those who were extremely lucky were shot.

After watching the battle for a long time, Zasaktu Khan couldn't help but ask: "Why not."

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Let the cavalry charge? ”

Tushetu Khan looked hesitant and said, "It will be difficult for the cavalry to pass through that area of thistles. ”

He had only seen the battle of the Zasaktu Khan's cavalry, and if he wanted to drive the Jurchens down the river, he would have to pay a heavy price. He came to Monan to relieve the Chahar tribe from the crisis, and now that Dolgon has withdrawn his troops and the Chahar people are safe, this war is no longer necessary in his eyes.

Yueto's words in the city of Guihua sowed seeds in the hearts of the two khans, who had always been ambitious and jealous of the two khans, and both of them had their own scheming, neither of them wanted to see a powerful Arukharkha.

"Do you want to let the Jurchens cross the river here?" Zasaktu Khan's tone was not angry, and he had only lost a thousand of his men.

"Do you want to ask for help from Chechen Khan and Ombu Khan?" Tushetu Khan's tone was a little hesitant.

"Asking for help before a battle is fought? There were only three or four thousand Jurchens crossing the river. "Zasaktu Khan tried his best to encourage Tushetu Khan to attack, because he suffered a loss on his own and lost face in front of his companions. Tushetu Khan's face was a little unbearable, and he also felt that he couldn't say anything about it, so he urged the horses to go out and give the order, and the assembled 5,000 cavalry slowly stepped forward.

"Let me show you my strength!" Tushetu Khan drew his scimitar and swung it.

The flag was waved, the advance of the cavalry was unhurried, and the front line was loose, which looked much more orderly than the cavalry of Zasaktu Khan.

The archer on horseback with a bow and arrow wound.

Outside the thistle area, the cavalry in the front dismounted, hiding behind the tall horses and bending down to clear the ground for obstacles.

The Jurchen step archers stepped forward and released arrows, and the long arrows shot into the sideways of the war horse, and the blood holes were repeated, and the war horse screamed.

The knight held on to the reins to keep his body exposed.

The thistles scattered on the ground were quickly cleared, and the Mongols got closer and closer.

Seeing that the shape was not good, a team of 100 people rushed out of the Jurchen ranks, and the armor soldiers rushed forward with long knives and thick axes.

"Kill!"

Bears meet wolves.

The loose Mongols could not resist the retreat.

The two sides were completely entangled, and even the archers in the rear who were highly skilled in archery put down the long arrows in their hands.

Tushetu Khan's eyes were bright, and he had been paying close attention to the shape of the battlefield, and suddenly ordered: "Release the arrow!" ”

Thousands of cavalry rode up, the bowstrings in their hands loosened almost simultaneously, and a dense rain of arrows fell indiscriminately on the heads of the hundreds of people who were fighting in the center. The Mongols all died, and only a few of the Jurchen soldiers who were protected by armor survived their lives, turned around and fled desperately into the camp.

Zasaktu Khan gasped, and his heart was shocked beyond words.

Tushetu Khan's face was grim, and he continued to order the cavalry to move forward to clear the ground.

Only after cleaning up the thistle can he use the impact of the cavalry, and the Jurchen infantry combat is to attack the other with his own shortcomings, as if he wants to use a steady and steady method to advance.

The Jurchens, who had received the lesson, no longer dared to attack at will, but only dared to let the shooters obstruct them.

Having lost more than a hundred people, the Tushetu Khan cavalry finally approached the Jurchen camp.

"Rush!"

At the sound of the rapid horn, the five hundred cavalry, who had already been eager to try, charged and crashed into the Jurchens, who had already been in a tight formation.

The Jurchen ranks raised their spears, and the cavalry that rushed forward was hung on the end of the spear, screaming in pain in mid-air. The flat spear even pierced the body of the war horse, and the dying war horse lay on the ground twitching, his eyes full of pain.

The white-armored soldiers pressed from the gap in the spear formation, and waved the heavy weapons in their hands to defeat the Mongols, and the selected warriors were far superior to the Mongols.

Tushetu Khan, who was watching the battle from afar, bit his lip tightly, blood oozing out. He had always believed that he had the most elite cavalry in Mobei, but now it seemed that he still underestimated the strength of the Jurchens.

"Rush!" Tushetu Khan gritted his teeth and ordered.

The second wave of cavalry followed in the footsteps of the cavalry in the front, stepping on the bones of their predecessors and rushing into the Jurchen queue in the melee.

Before the corpses on the spears could be removed in mid-air, some of them fell to the ground, unable to be blocked as effectively as they had at the beginning.

The cavalry wall fell into the Jurchen battle formation with a whirlwind, and the tall Jurchens could not resist the impact of the war horses, staggering and shaking their bodies and trying not to fall. Carrying a heavy load

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If the armor falls to the ground and cannot get up without help, it will soon be trampled into flesh by the swarming war horses.

Tushetu Khan was in good spirits and swung his sword again.

A third wave of cavalry rushed in the same position, and cracks finally appeared in the strong Jurchen defensive line.

Flesh and blood could not compete with the horses, and Dorgon was well prepared, but the Jurchens had never been trained to deal with cavalry charges with foot soldiers. There is no shortage of war horses in Liaodong, and of course the infantry will not be placed in such a passive position. They learned to use spears against cavalry from the Han Chinese, but when they first used them, the spear formation was not dense, and they could not react in time to make up for it after being broken through.

"Rush over! Divide them! "Tushetu Khan is in high spirits.

The Mongol cavalry of the brigade rushed in a steady stream of movements, intending to cut through the Jurchen formation. The white-armored soldiers in the rear also rushed forward, trying to close the gap and trap the Mongol cavalry that rushed into the enemy formation.

The battle lines were staggered, the Mongol cavalry was constantly pouring in, and the wedge-shaped gap was getting bigger and bigger.

On the warship not far from the shore, Dolgon's face was grim, and he ordered: "Blow the trumpet!" ”

The herald beside him was stunned.

"Blow the assault horn!" Dorgon snatched the battle flag from the flag bearer's hand with one hand, raised the white flag with his left hand, and waved it vigorously with his right hand.

The horn sounded, and the rhythm was very weird, like an old woman crying, this is the Jurchen assault horn!

The Jurchens fighting to the death on the shore listened to it and looked behind them, and the young flag owner was shaking in the Yellow River a few hundred paces away, and the white flag and the inlaid white flag were swaying in the wind.

Dolgon is telling them that there is no way back but to die in battle!